Copyright 2011 by Devina Douglas
JANUARY 25, TWO YEARS AGO
"Alyssa?" a voice called hesitantly from somewhere behind her. Hardly a heartbeat passed before the voice boomed anew, the previous uncertainty replaced by an enthusiastic zeal. "Allie!"
Her attention diverted from knotting a thick, grey, knit scarf around her neck, Alyssa Reid looked across the hospital waiting room and froze. The icy wind steadily blustering through the door she'd started to push open nearly brought tears to her eyes. Standing there, she entertained the notion of shaking her head in disbelief and continuing on like nothing had happened. While she weighed her options, she instinctively squinted, hoping to alleviate some of the sting. Although it would have been far simpler to let the door sway shut, blocking out the harsh winter weather, she couldn't bring herself to do it, needing the open door to serve as a way out, not only from New York Presbyterian Hospital, but also from the situation she now found herself mired in. By no fault of his own, the man walking towards her was one of the last people she wanted to see. Numbly, she gestured towards the door, flashing a weak grin, implying she didn't have time to stop, yet stopped nonetheless.